My Love Of Singing Is

When You're A Child, Grownups Always Tell You That "sticks And Stones Will Break Your Bones, But Words Will Never Hurt You". They Say It As If It's A Kind Of Spell That's Going To Protect You. I've Never Seen The Logic Of It. Cuts And Bruises Quickly Disappear. You Forget All About Them. The Psychological Wounds Inflicted By Bullies With Words Go Much Deeper.

I Would Love To Adopt A Child Too But My Cat Might Get Jealous. I Don't Want To See A Cat And A Baby Fighting. It's Something I Might Do Later.

My Singing Silenced The Bullies, But Better Than That, It Silenced The Demons Inside Me. When You're Jeered At, Told To Shut Up, Sit Still, Stop Being Silly, There's A Cacophony Of Noise Rolling Around In Your Head. When I Was Singing, It Was Peaceful.

I Live Myself With My Cat Pebbles. She Isn't Enjoying The Attention As Much As Me - She Ran Off Up The Stairs As Soon As The Film Crew For The Show Came Into The House. She Didn't Come Down For Hours. But I Have The Support Of All My Brothers And Sisters And My Neighbours And Friends - Everyone Thinks It's Just Great.

People Who Bullied Me Have Matured Now. Some Are Good Friends.